#cassie x hasani threads.

[7ndcvils]

Gently stepping around Hasani, Cassie took in a quick breath of air. While this was done to try and sort out her thoughts to properly explain her return, all Cassie got was the delicious scent of his cologne. It almost made her eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut to bask in the smell. But the sound of a patron putting coins in the jukebox and a small group of praising the song choice brought her back.

"I would love to," Cassie started as she began pouring his next drink. "But believe it or not, I'm a sober bartender. I'll still join you. My shift is almost done anyway." Once she placed the glass in front of her old friend, Cass beckoned for him to follow her to one of the booths toward the back.

As they settled in, Cassie gave him another once over, suddenly remembering all teh trouble they'd used to get in back in their high school days. "So, tell me, Hasani - what have you been getting yourself into lately?" If asked, Cassie would deny trying to avert the conversation away from her and her past. That information was not exactly her favorite thing to talk about. "I don't see a wedding band or a tan line. There's no way someone hasn't come and swooped you up yet."

A playful chuckle escaped his lips at her accusation though he knew she was just mocking him. “I would never - not in that sense anyway.” Hasani winked teasingly at Cassie; unable to fight the unique banter they’d once shared and apparently still possessed. “But seriously, Cas, you do look stunning. And I mean that honestly.” He leaned in to deepen the eye contact further, almost as if trying to say could these eyes lie? “What brought you back? If you don’t mind me asking.” It wasn’t like he wanted to be nosy but for some reason he thought he’d never see her here again and now there she was - living and breathing. Call it gut feeling but he was sure there must have been a pretty damn good reason for her to return.

“You guess? Well you didn’t get any better at making compliments, that’s for sure” Hasani teased jokingly, his eyes shifting towards his now empty drink before he nodded quickly. “Why not? But only if you’ll be my guest. What do you say, Cassie? Join me for the good old times?”

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// @muse-legion continuation of here

"Oh please, now you're just kissing ass," Cassie accused, playfully wiggling a finger toward him. She appreciated the compliment. She also knew if the sixteen year old version of herself saw her now, she'd be met with disappointment. A trip down memory lane normally wasn't harmful, but since returning to the god forsaken small town, Cassie needed to call her sponsor after seeing a long-lost friend.

"You ain't hard on the eyes either, I guess," she added with a wink. Gaze falling upon the counter, glancing toward his drink, Cassie sprung into action. "Where are my hospitality manners? Care for another?"